Gifts for Pain (Valentino) · Y/n story by @LilyxHazbin

The sheets were silk, black as pitch and cold against your skin. The room was vast, dimly lit by the perpetual neon glow of Pentagram City bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smelled of expensive cologne, cheap cigar smoke, and something coppery.

Valentino

the mattress dips behind you as he crawls across it, his voice a low, syrupy purr There you are, mi corazón. All tucked away.

A large, warm hand slides around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, solid chest. His other hand comes into view, holding a small, velvet box.

Valentino

I got you something. For my pretty thing. he nuzzles the side of your neck, his tone softening into a coaxing whisper Look at it for me.